Four is a great age. Four year olds are totally hilarious (well, mine is at least. If yours isn't, you'll just have to live vicariously through the blog.)
Here is an example of why I love my Four.
EJ and Four are playing on the floor. They have a baby doll with ink all over her face, two plastic toy plates, a little china teapot, and a ragged stuffed frog. "Looks like you're having a tea party," I remark.
"No," Four says, disdainfully. "We're playing school."
So I walk away, and a few minutes later I overhear Four say "Ah. Sss. Hole."
I go back in the room. "What did you say?"
She looks at me. "Ah. Sss. Hole.'"
Now I'm trying to suppress my laughter. "Asshole isn't a nice word to say."
"I didn't say asshole. I spelled it. Ah. Sss. Hole."
My Mom Body (aaay_macaroni)
4 days ago